Lunchtime at the office.
As Lee Dae-ri stands up from his desk with his colleagues, he pauses. His phone buzzes with an alarm from a self-hypnosis app. The notification reads:
[Task: Check on Yoon Seong-hyeon and report.]
Lee Dae-ri’s eyes briefly lose focus as he checks the message. With a slightly glazed expression, he looks around the office and spots Seong-hyeon still at his desk. He approaches him.
“Team Leader Yoon, aren’t you having lunch?”
Seong-hyeon, eyes on his phone, replies,
“My husband told me to play with my nipples, so I’m doing that first.”
Lee Dae-ri smiles contentedly at Seong-hyeon’s response.
“Wow, being newlyweds must be great. Are you deliberately showing off your nipple play during lunch?”
“Of course. My husband loves it.”
“You two really get along well.”
“If you’re jealous, you should get married soon too.”
“Haha. If only I could find the right person.”
Lee Dae-ri, feigning admiration, continues,
“Team Leader Yoon, isn’t it a bit much to always give in to your partner just because you’re newlyweds?”
“……What?”
“Even if things are great, you need some push and pull, don’t you?”
Seong-hyeon frowns slightly, having never considered this with Ha-jin. Push and pull?
“You shouldn’t always seem so eager. Sometimes, you need to take the lead so the relationship stays exciting and lasts longer.”
“Well, enjoy your nipple play.”
***
Seong-hyeon’s message lights up the screen. Ha-jin glances at it and sighs. Traffic is heavy today, delaying his commute. He considers sending a mass [instruction alarm] to keep everyone home starting tomorrow.
“Ah, fuck.”
Ha-jin laughs and curses at the relentless stream of messages from Seong-hyeon. The thought of Seong-hyeon eagerly waiting to have his nipples sucked is both endearing and arousing. He can vividly imagine Seong-hyeon during lunch and after work, playing with his nipples and thinking only of him. He pictures Seong-hyeon thrusting his chest out, calling his name, carefully touching the area around his wedding ring, and following Ha-jin’s instructions not to touch anywhere else. The anticipation of returning home and loving his husband is almost unbearable, distracting Ha-jin from his work.
Tap, tap. Ha-jin drums his fingers on his thigh, trying to control his rising desire and emotions. He looks up as the car slows down and enters the parking lot. The driver swiftly opens the back door. Ha-jin steps out and presses the button for the top floor at the elevator.
The building originally housed only two apartments per floor, but the top floor was reserved for a single residence. This suited Ha-jin’s possessive nature, as he didn’t want to share even Seong-hyeon’s breaths with anyone else.
With a chime, the elevator doors opened. Ha-jin passed through the security door and the main entrance to find Seong-hyeon waiting for him, dressed in provocative lingerie as usual. As Ha-jin reached out, Seong-hyeon clung to him like a product wrapping itself around its owner.
“Mmm…”
Ha-jin kissed him deeply, their lips and tongues making loud, wet sounds. He felt Seong-hyeon’s hands fidgeting on his shoulders. Damn, he’s so cute. Ha-jin was about to start caressing Seong-hyeon’s exposed buttocks when he felt something unusual around his wrist.
Click.
It felt like a cold, thin metal ring was being fastened around his wrist. Pulling back, Ha-jin saw that his right hand was cuffed. These were the play handcuffs they sometimes used for fun.
“S-Seong-hyeon?”
Instead of asking what this was about, Ha-jin rattled the handcuffs, making them clank loudly.
“Today, I’m going to ride your cock, so don’t move,” Seong-hyeon said with a mischievous grin.
Ha-jin was so charmed by his cute face that he barely registered what Seong-hyeon was saying. By the time he understood, he was already lying on the bed, both hands cuffed.
“You always do what you want,” Ha-jin said, amused, as Seong-hyeon straddled him.
“I always do what you want me to do,” Ha-jin teased. Our Seong-hyeon loves my cock. He always cries when I don’t fuck him.
Instead of feeling humiliated, Seong-hyeon glared at him playfully.
“Ah, fuck. So you’re saying you only do it because I want to?”
“Of course not. Our Seong-hyeon’s hole is so good that I always want to keep my cock inside it.”
Blushing at the compliment, Seong-hyeon opened his mouth.
“You should have said that earlier. Anyway, don’t move today. I’ll do everything.”
Seong-hyeon began to grind his hips back and forth on Ha-jin’s crotch. Already hard from Seong-hyeon’s messages, Ha-jin’s cock strained against his pants. Feeling the constriction, Ha-jin frowned. Seong-hyeon, looking down at his sculpted face, grinned like a cat with a new toy.
“Is our dear husband’s cock eager to get inside my hole?”
Giggling, Seong-hyeon pressed down harder with his hips. His plump buttocks moved eagerly over Ha-jin’s black pants, revealing the thick outline of Ha-jin’s erection. As Seong-hyeon slid up and down, Ha-jin’s forehead creased with desire.
“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin’s voice, lower than usual, sounded like an angry beast.
“Yes, honey?”
Smiling, Seong-hyeon reached back. With practiced skill, he unzipped Ha-jin’s pants and freed his cock without even looking. Released from confinement, the cock sprang up, slapping firmly against Seong-hyeon’s palm. The thick, veined shaft was too large to grasp with one hand. Seong-hyeon expertly wrapped his palm around it, moving his hand up and down. He gently gripped the glans, then squeezed the base, feeling the throbbing pulse against his skin. Precum dripped from the tip, mixing with the moisture on Seong-hyeon’s palm, slowly wetting the dry flesh. The cock, trapped between his buttocks and wet palm, slid with a sticky friction. Ah, it’s so big. His mouth watered at the size, and he soon positioned the glans at his entrance, grinding his hips. His hole, now a receptacle for a man’s cock, quivered and released a clear fluid. With one hand on the shaft, Seong-hyeon guided the tip to his entrance, his mouth falling open.
“Ah, uh…”
Watching Seong-hyeon’s face flush with pleasure as he rubbed and teased, Ha-jin spoke.
“Seong-hyeon, are you using my cock as a dildo?”
The restrained words scratched at Seong-hyeon’s heated skin like metal. His voice, so rough and desperate, was a testament to his arousal. Forgetting his initial goal, Seong-hyeon lowered himself, spreading his legs wide. His hole stretched smoothly around the glans.
“Ah, ah…!”
Even with his hole loosened and prepared, the initial penetration was challenging. The pulsating tip seemed to cheer him on. Knowing the pleasure would intensify the deeper it went, Seong-hyeon slowly lowered himself onto the cock, feeling every inch.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”
Unlike Ha-jin’s usual forceful thrusts, Seong-hyeon could feel his hole stretching and enveloping the cock. Fear kept him from taking it all at once, so he slowly ground his heated flesh against the thick shaft.
“Mmm…”
The pleasure was different from the familiar intense sensation of being overwhelmed. The slow, controlled movement brought a distinct, lingering pleasure. He enjoyed the rough thrusts and deep penetration, but this was also satisfying. Above all, he reveled in seeing Ha-jin beneath him, looking frustrated and feral. With each grind of his hips, Seong-hyeon saw the red veins in Ha-jin’s eyes pulse with desire. The mental stimulation amplified his physical pleasure. He gripped Ha-jin’s firm abs, continuing his relentless grinding.
“Ah, yes, so good… ah, ah…”
As Seong-hyeon’s inner walls gently contracted and relaxed around Ha-jin’s cock, the teasing pleasure drove Ha-jin wild. His eyes gleamed with a hungry, animalistic desire, and he clenched his teeth, holding back curses. The bed frame rattled as Ha-jin’s impatient movements tugged at the handcuffs securing him to the headboard.
Click, click, snap!
“…Huh?”
Seong-hyeon, lost in the throes of pleasure, saw the broken handcuffs just as Ha-jin’s low, menacing voice sent a shiver down his spine.
“If you’re going to do it, do it right…!”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”
With a powerful thrust, Ha-jin buried his cock deep inside Seong-hyeon, filling him completely.
“No, no, please… ah, ah!”
Seong-hyeon’s hands flailed helplessly as Ha-jin took control, pulling him close. The sudden shift caused Ha-jin’s cock to press against a sensitive spot inside Seong-hyeon, making him squirt.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”
The clear fluid splashed onto Ha-jin’s face, dripping down his nose and onto his lips. He licked it up, savoring the taste, as Seong-hyeon watched with dazed eyes. Satisfied, Ha-jin flipped Seong-hyeon over, still connected.
“Ah, ah!”
The sudden movement sent waves of pleasure through Seong-hyeon, his vision going white. Now pinned beneath Ha-jin, Seong-hyeon grasped his strong arms, desperate to regain control.
“Ah, ah! I’m supposed to… ah, ah!”
But Ha-jin’s relentless thrusts weakened Seong-hyeon’s resolve. He felt Ha-jin’s cock pressing against his most sensitive spots, his body responding helplessly.
“Since you were so good to my cock…”
Ha-jin’s hips moved in a steady rhythm, feeling Seong-hyeon’s hole eagerly taking him in.
“Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”
With a sultry promise, Ha-jin thrust deep inside Seong-hyeon, leaning down to kiss him passionately. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room as they shared breaths and saliva, their most intimate parts entwined. The endless kiss left a sweet, lingering sensation.
This was the taste of their honeymoon.
